The Musebox: Where all the Fluff, Randomness and Sm...er....

The proverbial ball was in his court - or at least she'd say that, but even that brief lack of contact was too much for her, and she tossed her skirt to the side, landing - ... somewhere, she didn't know or care. Moving forward a little to his side, she curled her arms around him again, pressing her body against his, her lips tracing a path over his Fairy Tail mark, across his shoulder, up his neck to his jaw and concluding its lingering journey at his lips, savoring each taste as he had.